My life begins at the end of the page
the bottom of
the coffee mug
the can
the bottle
consciousness
I have found my salvation in the swift stroke of the pen
and the reverent stroke of the lover
Probing, exploring… discovering
new countries,
worlds of sense,
realms of wonder,
we brush feathers on secrets that only lovers know
I live in the crevasses of your body
Delicate words flip off your tongue
Twisting and swirling
You haunt my daydreams
To make a poem is an exercise in erotic madness
